I feel so unsure

[wounds]

Who: MANTICORE, visitors
What: Dealing with the aftermath of I Will Twist The Knife
When: December 9, evening
Where: MANTICORE penthouse
Warnings: References to I Will Twist The Knife

[It's been a few days, people have recovered. Some better off than others. And today MANTICORE is gathered to deal and talk about what happened.]

Comments

[sharktrash]

I think it was some kind of mind control. [ A pause. He considers whether or not he should tell her... ] She texted me to apologize. That wouldn't've brough me back from the dead, but I guess it's something.

[ ...ah. Now that's something he's familiar with. He frowns at her. If there's anyone he trusts, it's gotta be Genos and her. Well then... He continues, with an actual effort to keep his voice low(er than usual). ]

I don't think I would call them 'memories'. That'd imply it's actually happened. But I've experienced something like really damned detailed bad trips.

[scalpedsociety]

I had a feeling it was that... [She stays silent for a moment, eats her stew.] She was mind-controlled, I understand her reasons. [There's a firm tone that enters her voice and her hazel eyes go dark in a way Squalo has probably never seen before.] ...She should never try it again.

[But it goes away, quickly as it comes.]

I hope it never did. [Her 'trips' so far have been awful.]

It's been happening since the festival, I really don't know what's been going on. But I want it to stop.

[sharktrash]

No kidding. [ But there's a glint of something in his eyes as he smirks again. ] But I'll be ready next time.

[ Then he's frowning again. So it sucked for her too, huh. ]

Right. You might want not to mention it to your manager.

[scalpedsociety]

[Murder!Mother/Son. I'm just saying. >_>]

I'm not. We are often at odds anyway. She's... ugh, I hate using this word- kind of a poser. All she cares about is how we look. I like to dress, but every so often I want the opinion to dress down you know.

[And every so often she wants to wring that twits neck.]

[sharktrash]

[ Excellent. ]

Mm. Sounds annoying.

[ He chuckles a bit. ]

We don't even have a makeup artist. But it's lucky I like leather.

[ Spooning that soup now. ]

[scalpedsociety]

More than you know, my Shark.

But never mind about her, how's the stew?

[sharktrash]

I wouldn't be so sure.

[ He knows quite a bit. The distraction is most welcome. ]

It's great. I see you've still got it.

[scalpedsociety]

I'm glad.

I haven't slept in a couple days, been unable to.

[sharktrash]

[ great, now he looks concerned. ]

Eh? Don't they have like, drugs for that or somethin'?

[scalpedsociety]

...The Doctor gave me some, but they don't calm me down.

[sharktrash]

...I see.

[ He's going to awkwardly put an arm around her and pat her back. What else can he do? ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And she leans into his shoulder.]

But now that you're alright, maybe I can rest easy.

wrap or did you have something else in mind?

[sharktrash]

You'd better.

[scalpedsociety]

[Nah, we can wrap.]